Aaron
"Where is he?" I asked, looking past James and around the extravagant hallway.
He pointed his finger up toward the top floor. "He went up to his old room and hasn't come out. He said he didn't feel like talking about what happened. But we figured, if anyone could get through to him, then you could."
Claire seemed to have aged dramatically overnight. Not that I would've commented on that. I didn't have a death wish. Usually, she was immaculately dressed and wore tasteful makeup, but today, she was wearing casual clothing, not a scrap of makeup in sight and her hair was pulled up into a messy ponytail.
"Please, Aaron. He's hardly said two words since they left." She looked at me with pleading eyes.
"I'll try." I gave a slight shrug. "Whatever he needs me to do, I'll do it."
James
